And he remembered that they were but flesh, A wind that passeth away, and cometh not again.

他想到他们不过是血气，是一阵去而不返的风。

他想念他们不过是血肉之躯，是一阵去而不返的风。

他想念他们不过是血肉之躯，是一阵去而不返的风。

祂顾念他们不过是血肉之躯，像一阵风转眼消逝。

他顾念他们不过是人，是一阵吹去不再返回的风。

他顾念他们不过是血肉之躯，是一阵去而不返的风。

他想到他們不過是血氣，是一陣去而不返的風。

他想念他們不過是血肉之軀，是一陣去而不返的風。

他想念他們不過是血肉之軀，是一陣去而不返的風。

祂顧念他們不過是血肉之軀，像一陣風轉眼消逝。

他顧念他們不過是人，是一陣吹去不再返回的風。

他記得他們不過是血肉，不過是風，去而不返。

他顧念他們不過是血肉之軀，是一陣去而不返的風。

念其祗屬血氣、去而不返之風兮、

爰知斯民、特血氣之屬兮、譬彼飄風、一去不回兮。

念彼眾不過血氣成形、如噓氣去而不返、

念彼眾生。原係弱質。如風之過。一去無蹤。

He remembered that they were but flesh, a passing breeze that does not return.

He remembered that they were only human. He remembered they were only a breath of air that drifts by and doesn’t return.

He remembered that they were but flesh, a wind that passes and comes not again.

For he remembered that they were merely mortal, gone like a breath of wind that never returns.

He remembered that they were only flesh, a wind that passes and does not return.

So He remembered that they were only flesh, A wind that passes and does not return.

For He remembered that they were but flesh, A breath that passes away and does not come again.

He remembered that they were only flesh, a wind that passes and does not return.

For he remembered that they[ were but] flesh; a wind that passeth away, and cometh not again.

He remembered that they were made of flesh, and were like a wind that blows past and does not return.

He remembered that they were but flesh, a wind that passes away, and doesn’t come again.

Oh remember that my life is a breath: Mine eye shall no more see good.

And Jehovah said, My Spirit shall not strive with man for ever, for that he also is flesh: yet shall his days be a hundred and twenty years.

whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. What is your life? For ye are a vapor that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.

I loathe my life; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity.

That which is born of the flesh is flesh; and that which is born of the Spirit is spirit.

Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast fashioned me as clay; And wilt thou bring me into dust again?

For he knoweth our frame; He remembereth that we are dust.As for man, his days are as grass; As a flower of the field, so he flourisheth.For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; And the place thereof shall know it no more.